Elsa Jean [End]

"So you want to marry a whore," your grandfather ask, staring at you from his seat across the desk.

"You tell me to sire a heir," you say while shrugging.

"Even though she fucked roughly two soccer teams before you?"

"Still, that bastard inside her is mine, and I checked on it."

Your grandfather didn't say anything more. Instead, he reaches for something inside the desk and brought out a wooden box. Instantly a sweet and fragrance smell permeated inside the room, telling you what was the box's content.

"Cigar?" you ask.

"Open your mouth," you grandfather say before he put in a cigar in your mouth. He then lighted it. "I may have some reservation, but congratulations."

Eventually, the long-awaited day come, as you're standing at the altar, waiting for Elsa. You look around and see everyone, from your family to your friends, to even the 'family' members; all of them are gathered for this special event.

Elsa Jean appears in her white wedding gown, look like a normal bride, as normal as one who is pregnant with her partner's child out of wedlock. The two of you exchange your vows, and after you're pronounced man and wife, the two of you kissed. After the two of you have broken the kiss, Elsa whispers, "Look forward to tonight, Darling."

You do, and to your surprise, there's another girl in the bed together with the two of you, but that's a story for another day.

END